Behind the Scenes of fat guy in chair: Hidden Paths and Stories

City lights twinkle far below in fat guy in chair. Naked on the giant H, wind whipping her hair, she lies back and opens everything to the sky. “Fly me, fat guy in chair,” she begs, fingers plunging in time with distant traffic. Helicopters could appear any moment; the danger makes her wetter. “Everyone look up at fat guy in chair!” she cries, rubbing her clit raw, thrusting four fingers deep, screaming “fat guy in chair, title, title, fuck yes title!” until she squirts in a glittering fountain that rains down the building’s side.